D.M.

[maga2028af]

[unexpected-possessions]

Recording a video for his friends after getting his rich stepdad...

[maga2028af]

[beuxwhoyouare]

Screwing Racists

Read the first part.

Be real, I’m everything you all want…even those of you that vowed to never date a white dude. I mean I didn’t always used to be white, but over the past few years I’ve learned to embrace it and all the privileges that come with it. It’s crazy to think it’s been 2 years since this crazy white guy tried to run me off the read because I called him out on his racist BS. The weights of the world needed to balance that out and gave me a chance at new life….and a new career path as hole for pay.

Psh it’s not like it’s hard. You all think you’re so much better than straight men, rising above their horned up thinking and misogyny but you’re no better. Starting an OF in this body only proved I was right. I was hot before but now the racists want me because I’m as milky complected and light haired as they are. It was never about how hot it was, it was how different I was.

So yeah preventing him from killing my old body was the right thing to do. Night in and night out you can catch me with a new stud. Each more diverse from the last, just to remind him who’s driving his body now. I’m sure he doesn’t mind since it pays sooooo well. I used to be able to sense him there, whimpering about losing control of the body he was born into. But pretty early on in my possession of his alabaster physique, those cries went away when me and my first boyfriend broke up. I chalked it up to him giving up during our breakup hookup. God could that man go and go and go. Our hatred made that moment and unforgettable one. A lay so incredible, when it ended I thought a loud pop of fireworks went off in my head. We moaned in unison, each rock back and forth perfectly coordinated to collide back into each other. As if to confirm with our bodies that we were perfectly made for each other.

After that and two more failed attempts at love I just turned off that want in my head and pursued happiness through money. Every day would become a routine of lust. Wake up to work out. Gotta look good each video. Shower than eat a specific calculated and mundane breakfast. Gotta look good each video. Edit thirst traps before the hook up arrives. Shoot the newest video. Say bye to the hook up, find a protein, go for a run, shower, then eat a mundane protein dense dinner. Old me would have hated the new me. But fuck it I have money, people want me, I look good for a white guy. What’s there to worry about.

So anyways I’m going to this influencer event. The themes all fancy so I can’t go half naked like I usually want to. Gotta show off the goods, ya know?

The event was bland, and I quickly realized it was a hollow influencer event with no one there for substance. As I walked back to my room in the nearby resort hotel, I dropped the room key. I quickly bent down to pick it up as a man came around the corner just as I get back up with the original vigor. Our heads colliding at full steam. I get a first look at his impacted face on my way down to my firm buttock.

I’m only now starting to realize I began living his life as an adult star and forgot to keep up with my body in its coma?!

It turns out that loud pop all those years ago wasn’t just an incredible climax, it was a final push getting him out of this body. But what I didn’t know then was that all souls trapped on this plane of existence have to go somewhere. No nefarious one made its way into my old body, it turns out the fates wanted to balance their scales for real. Making the racist bigot inhabit everything he hated.

The once racist bigot was surrounded by a community of love and family he never truly had in his life before. They showed him how to be human, empathetic, selfless, and all, or so I convinced myself. Something I began to lose along the way living this lonely life. Once the throbbing stopped he collected himself and realized who now stood before him.

We walked over to a nearby 24/7 diner and just caught up. Where I found success selling his body, he found the same in mi-“his” over the years. But whereas I sold lust, he sold practical masculine gym bro guidance.

It was like meeting a whole new person seeing him inside there. He wore the cocky straight white male confidence that I could never. He embodied it because he lived it and I only emulated it. There was an allure to it but maybe that’s just because I always found myself attractive. From the outside it’d probably look like another white guy with a fetish, but between us there was a palpable lust to know….to acknowledge. He may have been a racist in the past, but we bother shared a desire to lay with ourselves. It was erotic and wrong…but one thing led to another and before long we were inside my room.

I was so used to having to take charge that I wasn’t expecting what happened next. That natural aura returned. He was shorter than my body now but he was more versed with using all those muscles in a practical way. He pushed me against the wall with a satisfying thud. I was winded in shock that he was handling me the way I’d always wanted to be. He made me feel small and petite despite my creamy 6’2” muscled stature.

Our mouths explored each others until he decided he wanted to escalate.

With a forceful nudge down that somehow mixed condescension and romance he locked eyes with me as I got on my knees. Once I reached where he wanted me, I was reacquainted with my old thicker friend. I had never seen myself from this angle and I could only imagine his fans that he’d thirst trap for ever got to see this. I closed my eyes and just opened to take it. His hands once again guiding me to match what he wanted. I was lost in his impression of me. I tried to live the role. Pretending I was just swooned by my old body and he was gifting me with his salty and girthy presence. This energy felt familiar……ooooohhhh that’s what it was. This felt like it did with my ex…..pureeeeee ecstasy.

I followed his lead as he guided me to a bed and told me to lie on my back, head over the edge of the bed. He made himself home in my throat, rocking back and forth keeping me full. I couldn’t tell if I was dazed or surrounded in bliss as his moans began erupting out. I don’t think I ever did that, must’ve been something he brought over with him. I was lost thinking about all the ways he was now portraying me as. How cliche too, a POC sleeping with a white guy….I got lost in my thoughts as my former body continued using me. Then I was ripped right back into the moment as he began to say he was going to….when I felt it coat my mouth. I passed out hearing him laugh in enjoyment.

I woke up the following morning to see him putting on workout clothes I brought for me. A moment of silence ended by the most chilling words I’d ever heard in my life.

“Thanks for the fit dude. You know I gotta thank you for all this. Now that I think about it, it’s sick being biracial. I’m Asian and Latino, I can say shit that would’ve got me so cancelled before. This is such a life hack dude. Anyway Imma hit you up anytime I wanna do this again. I already texted slurs to my phone from yours. So if you ever want to say no, just remember I could bring down your little adult video empire by cancelling you. Also thanks for letting me record last night, maybe I’ll start and OF of myself. It was a pretty hot collab. Calling me by your name? Nice touch.”

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Thanks for the resurgence of interest in the OG story btw, I loved the concept too ˙𐃷˙

[beuxwhoyouare]

Screw Racists

Be for real. I’m a catch. If you saw my headless torso on Grindr you’d immediately hit me up and tap my profile. That is…unless you had a “preference” also known as being racist. It’s no secret that an epidemic in the gay community is a preference to exalting white buff gay men as the epitome of the dream. The dream boyfriend, the dream husband, the dream fuck buddy. But if you know you know. Outside of the confines of what you’ve been raised with as the dream by your friends or the media, there’s a whole world of dreamy men on the other side of the street.

I moved from my safe space of fellow Asians to a big city with way less diversity. That’s when I realized how much that bigotry played into the gay scene. No taps and those that hit me up almost immediately back peddled when they saw Asian on my profile.

I grew up having to overcome these kinds of voices always saying I was less than or not enough. One night a hookup showed nothing but lust for me. We kinda hit it off, later I showed up for our hookup and it was such a good fuck.

Then it happened.

“I don’t usually get with Asians but you’re almost making me rethink that.”

I was stopped in my tracks. To blatantly just minimize me and my culture and insinuate I wasn’t good enough for the color of my skin. I had it. I chewed him out immediately calling him and that behavior so old fashioned and reprehensible.

But he didn’t like that. As he approached me with his pocket knife I made my way to the door. I sped off as fast as I could, but unfortunately for me so did he. I tried to lose him but instead I just lost civilization. I was on some weird backroads in a forest when he found me and rammed me off the road. I swerved off road and into a tree as he sped away yelling slurs at me.

The next time I woke up, it was in a hospital room…I could hear the vitals but I couldn’t move. When I finally moved, I was lighter? I turned to see my arm and jumped when I saw straight through it.

Beep beep beep

My vitals remained unchanged. I turned around from the bed and saw my body lying there motionless. I read the chart on my bed…coma from severe bodily trauma. I fell onto the floor. That fucking racist.

I walked through the halls when I saw him! He was paying off some nurses that pointed him in my direction. He was coming to finish the job!

The cool sly charm and swagger he walked with allowed him to go by without as much as a blink from the nurses and doctors. He walked by my spectral form and into the room where my body lied motionless. That’s when he pulled a syringe out and began to motion toward my IV. I’m not sure what I thought I could do but I jumped at him to stop him from seemingly trying to and my life.

Before he could stab that needle into the only thing keeping me alive, I sunk into his torso and arms. I began slowly sinking in to him. I could hear him gasping in shock questioning why he couldn’t move. We were voicing echoing sentiments but he couldn’t hear me. I wasn’t sure how it was happening but I knew it was keeping him from killing me.

It was fight or flight as he began to thrash his legs and head around. This needed to end now before nurses or security came in. I slammed my head forward which made it easier to sink my legs into his body. That’s when I felt a chill and shiver. I was in control, I’m not sure where he went but I was piloting his milky white ship now. It kind of gave me the ick being in control of something I’ve despised my whole life.

Hm despised my whole life. That gave me an idea. If he found me so reprehensible before maybe I can teach him a lesson. A charity give back if you will. He may have used disgusting rhetoric towards people of color but I was about to let any man ram their way through me. All of a sudden I’m not into white men, I’m strictly open for business for men of color only. While I’m at it, let’s start up an onlyfans and social media account proudly flaunting how much of a d*ck pig I am now.

[magaization]

The MAGA Redneck Mask

Ben loved the idea of putting on silicone masks to temporarily become someone else. He decided that for his first silicone mask, he’d be a redneck. Little did he know that the mask would take over his brain, cause incredible muscle growth and turn him into a Patriot… now Buck is the poster boy - or rather poster man - for how a MAGA redneck should look.

[calciferix]

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

When they said I'm the type to peak at uni, I guess they have to be more specific because, which uni?

You see, I've been in campus for more than a century or something. Yeah, you heard that right, century. I was a lot of things

A star swimmer in a newly-developed team back in the late 20s near the Great Depression times

An amateur bodybuilder juggling my Biology degree in the early 70s

A classic all-American jock in the late 90s you usually seen in teen movie sporting toned physique

Well, I really was a lot of thing

The advent of the new century brought more type of adventures. Back in '01, I slid into this young yuppie dickheads or something named Austin, a golfer.

His father is bloody rich, a Texas oil company C-suite kind of thing and he reeked with wealth and entitlement. I was never the one to jumped into rich kids for the past few decades because I mostly looked at the studies and their physique, but Austin really developed this sense of entitlement and privilege into me and I guess I have preferences nowadays

After Austin, socieconomic status becomes something I paid attention too. The way wealthy college kids can have a vastly different experience compared to their middle class peers are absurd to say the least, and I started to get accustomed by the comfortability of being one wealthy motherfuckers.

Jesse was my next body from '05 but boy did we roughen up due to '08. His parents lost shit tons of money but I guess my upbringing saved his ass for more ways than one as I navigated my final college year as him with a spectacular feat as my emotions are all devoted to put on the best play I ever did to ensure him a career in the NFL after 3 years of playing basically sub-par performance as I just wanted to enjoy being a spoiled football brat

After that, it was Cam. He's a pledge in the same frat as Jesse and I used Jesse's authority to basically subdued the poor kid into my next vessel. He put up one heck of a fight as he was a former wrestler but I emerged victorious as I knocked him out. I slid out from Jesse and left his body limp until he regained his consciousness of his own while I slid into the corn-fed Southern good boy.

A baseball star and a one hell of a party animal, I went down as probably quite the legend for the frat house and the university. Everyone loved me and it really was tough to let him go (I even purposefully added another year just to stay longer as him) but I was already hooked with the idea of being a gymnast. Come Lloyd, a fantastic gymnast in the making. He didn't pledge to the frat and to be honest, I started missing the life outside of Greek system so Lloyd provided me with that opportunity. Probably starstruck for being greeted by a practically living legend of the uni himself, Lloyd went down much easier thanks to it and probably because of the alcohol we had during the party to celebrate the gymnastic national team title.

Being Lloyd, and using his body to worked on all these amazing tricks and moves, I felt a sense of euphoria I never felt before. The body might be toned like the rest of the bodies I ever been in, but this one had that added flexibility and his mind is just so different from the others as he somehow managed to condition himself to be so fearless doing all the intricate moves in the air while working on the gymnastic apparatus

Maybe it was all because I hated the fact that my uni year went uneventfully and even halted by World War I, but it's been a habit of mine to scout a freshman in my final year and eventually slid myself into them to experience another 3 to 4 year as a university student. How the heck I slid into another person? Well, I don't know either, but maybe it was because those gas they thrown at us back in the trenches, but those days in Europe were clearly the one that made this shit to happen. To be honest, I'm not complaining though, because I really enjoyed the variety of experience I got along the years.

By 2018, Lloyd is finally graduating and in a true century-old fashion, I let him go and slid into my next body. I heard about him from the whispers among Lloyd's girlfriend circle. A son of an NBA superstar and my man known to have one heck of a fuckstick to boast around, sounded like a fine ass meat to possess after being a strict gymnast for 4 years. I decided to paid him a visit as I pretended to knock at the wrong room. He stayed in an apartment complex near the campus his parents bought him and I basically acted as if I wanted to visit my friend's apartment instead of his. He of course opened the door and being the newly-joining freshman, it's not like he got someone else inside. So when his guard went down after seeing that I, a 5'6" goody two shoes fit gymnast, seemingly have no possible way to be a threat for him, I simply just pushed him and joined him inside his own unit. As I leaped out from Lloyd's body, Jaden practically passed out screaming in shock after seeing the body-horror act that unfolded in front of his very eyes. Ever since that eventful day, I was Jaden Wylie

Now, as I just secured the bag for Jaden as he is certainly gonna be drafted by the NBA after a victorious title run, I'm eyeing the freshman that looked at me with his wide eyes. Nothing malicious or anything behind his eye, but I also saw no ambition whatsoever as he got the cushy life already as a son of a sports entertainment mogul. Well, maybe he needs a great, seasoned athlete inside of him to unleash the beast in him and showcase to his family that he's more than just a Business college kid playing basketball competitively on the side, but also a goddamn great sportsperson too. Maybe I should invite him to the shower where I can talk more and slid some wisdow into him *smirk

[fractured-memory]

YOUR BULLIES TAUGHT YOU HOW TO SERVE

[athletiic-jockboy]

hell yeah they did

[malebodyswap45]

The Player

[unexpected-possessions]

[unexpected-possessions]

[unexpected-possessions]

[futuristicsummonerartificer]

Possession Chapter 1: Jake and Sean

“I look fucking good.” I thought as I admired Sean’s body in the mirror. I could feel Sean’s mind fighting for control. He’d lose, of course, but I liked that he wasn’t giving in so easily.

“Sean, we gonna see you at the party tonight?” Jake said, slapping Sean’s ass from behind. “We gotta celebrate that winning play tonight!”

“Of course man. Can’t wait.” I said through Sean’s voice.

Jake was my real goal. I’d seen him around campus and he was in my psych 201 class last year. Muscle stacked on top of muscle with cute dimples to complete the look. Every man wanted to be him and every woman and gay wanted to fuck him.

I watched him leave, admiring his muscular ass on the way out of the locker room.

Sean fought me each step of the way as I got ready for the party. I could tell he was starting to tire but admired his determination. “Calm down and just relax.” I said out loud to Sean’s reflection in the mirror. “Just one night and then you can have your body back. Who knows, you might actually enjoy it. I can tell you’re tired so save your strength for later.” His mind relaxed, knowing he was just making it worse for himself. “Better, now just sit back and let me take your body on the ride of its life.” I felt his mind grumble and threaten me. He didn’t know who I was so I let him.

The music was pounding as I walked into the frat house most of the football team belonged to and was immediately greeted with a red solo cup of cheep beer.

“To that awesome play!” The frat bro said as we touched cups and drank.

I walked around the house looking for Jake before finding him in the corner.

“Hey! The Man of the Hour. Glad you decided to join us.” Jake said getting up from the couch and leaving the gaggle of girls that had congregated around him.

“Of course.” I smiled. “Hey Jake, can I talk to you alone for a moment…outside?”

Jake took a swallow from his beer, draining the cup. “Of course bro, what do you need?”

We could still hear the music pounding as we walked into the backyard and around the corner of the house. We were surrounded by darkness.

“Dude, what’s with the secrecy? What did you want to talk about?” Jake asked, leaning up against the wall.

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. His body froze for a second before relaxing into my kiss. He gripped Sean’s hips, moaning softly.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Sean.” Jake said when our lips parted to take a breath.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I said with Sean’s voice.

Jake smirked. “Oh?” He asked. “Gonna show me?” He spun around and dropped his pants. His muscular ass prominently displayed in a jockstrap.

“Never pegged you for a bottom.” I joked as I slide a finger into his hole, surprised at how well it stretched for me.

Jake moaned. “I like what I like and fuck labels.” Another moan as I brushed his prostate. “Just fuck me already, Sean.”

I obliged. His body took Sean’s cock easily. This was clearly not his first time. Even Sean seemed to be enjoying the feeling of fucking his teammate.

“Oh fuck. That’s right. Right there. Harder!” Jake grunted and moaned with each thrust. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back as he braced himself against the wall. “That’s right, Sean. Own my ass.”

I fucked him until we both shot our loads, mine deep inside Jake and Jake’s painting the stucco wall of the house.

Jake’s legs were shaking as I pulled out of him, my cum dripping onto the ground.

Jake pulled up pants. I could see a dark spot forming in the back as more of my liquid love dropped out of him. “Damn you’re a good fuck. I mean, I’d heard stories but that was something else.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I slapped Jake on the ass.

We walked back into the party as if nothing happened. Jake returned to the group of girls and continued on as if any of them had a chance with him.

A man of my word, I released my hold on Sean after the party. I felt Sean’s confusion as I left.

A few days later, I saw Sean and Jake holding hands as they walked through the campus.

“Another successful possession.” I said out loud to no one as they passed right by me, ignorant of who I was.

I watched the campus go by, spotting a rather arrogant looking freshman trying to hit on some girls who were clearly not interested. He didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer.

“Bingo.” I was already planning my next journey.

[joepears4]

[mentobein2]

Still Moist

I’ve been watching Mohammed for sometime now. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to harvest. I think now is the perfect time. He just got done with his gym routine and is heading to the showers. I want to get a hold of him before that happens. It was just my luck, we were the only two people in the shower room. I inject him immediately and drag him into dressing room. He is still moist from his workout. I didn’t want to lose any of his musk for his husk. I slipped into his skin, still warm and wet. I put on his dirty gym clothes and take a picture. I love being a smelly hairy Arab man. I don’t think I’m ever gonna wash this bodysuit. My new smell is intoxicating.

[kenbradley]

Ken Bradley